Well, well, well, I need to make myself clear to everyone. I guess. My stroke is my dream or the dreams are my stroke. Where do I begin? It is to me, to be on the money about things, and, well the stroke put it all out the window.
Lets see. I really am just a Scifihed, a existential hillbilly moralist to be sure. Or rather, a dumb ass, you can take you pick. Really up until the stroke I was gassing it on both ends.
Where was I "gassing it"? Keeping the wheels on the track I guess. You can say a lot of things about me. But honestly I am not a bad guy. Just looped up if you want to know the truth.
"Looped Up" > how I feel about God ( everyone makes a choice, I made mine years and years ago ) that is not to say you God Fearing People are bad, no far from it. I think every one has the chance to make their own way down the path we have in life. I should say Bless All Of You, but what is the point. I could very easily put on the God Sticker, and make a million dollars doing it, it would be wrong of me.
"Looped Up" > All kinds of music, every kind, OK, I am not that into rap, but Hip Hop that is another story, I mean you have to make a connection with me on this, from the Booker T and the MG's to Beck and everything in between. In fact, Kim and I had a band ages ago, we were Mr. Pleasant, that was before we had kids.
I feel with the stroke that I came back. Not haphazardly, not with a paralyses or any sort like that, it was just my brain. Ok it is sort of like you are in a coma, and you can feel everything being done to you but you can not speak it or make any reference too it. It was like that. But, instead of being in a coma, I was right here, doing what I always do, although towards the start it was really awful, the first 3 months were crazy.
I kind of think that with the strokism every one thinks I am alright. Which really, I am alright. Right as rain. There are things with the aphasia that I can not stand, but all I have to do is get better every day. I mean that is all I can do. The Stroke. The Aphasia. They are all one to me.
I can not help the Stroke. It happened to me, there was nothing I could do about it. But as is was, I have to feel it the Stroke was, well, the Stroke. It could have been worse, much worse. I could be dead. As it is I have another 40-50 years ahead of me.
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